All language subtitles for Butterflies s03e04 Problems Problems

Love is like a butterfly, soft and
gentle as a fly. The

multicolored moods of love are like its
saddened wings.

Love makes your heart seem strange
inside. It flutters like soft winds in

flight. Love is like a butterfly, a rare
and gentle thing.

My God, all these gadgets.

Whatever happened to the gentle things
of life?

Once we used to wake up to the sound of
sparrows.

A man could gather his mind and body
together and go to the bathroom ready to

face his shower.

Now he's catapulted into the day like
toast coming out of a faulty toaster.

Doesn't worry her.

She has the ability to adapt.

If they started a bus service to Mars,
she'd be first aboard.

Oh,

you're up.

Yes.

Must we have all these things blurting
at us? I start my every day in a state

deep shock.

Oh, it's my morning off.

Hey, Mum, my jeans ready.

It's your mother's morning off.

But Adam and I are splitting early this
morning. I can't find my jeans.

Then you'll have to look a little harder
and split a little later.

Oh, great.

Hey,

Dad, about my allowance. I hate to
bother you, but... About your will.

Right. Well, according to this, you owe
me five pounds.

And I owe you two, which means you owe
me three.

Couldn't you work that out in your head?

Oh, yeah.

It's just more fun this way.

Well, I don't actually have my wallet on
me. I've just got out of bed.

It's OK. It'll do later. Thank you.

Sort of ten minutes from now.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in
there.

Which did I say?

Oh, my God.

They are finished.

There is a lock on the door, you know.

Well, it's no hassle. I've nothing to
hide.

Well, I'm fortunate for you.

Oh,

pull

yourself together, you silly cow.

Underpants, ma 'am.

At least ten pairs in your drawer, Adam.
Yeah, but they've all got things

written on them. I want a plain pair.

Why?

I'm in a refined mood.

I don't see the point of refined
underpants unless the rest of you is

Or are you planning on surprising
someone?

Oh, no breakfast, no underpants.

I'm late.

Not late. It's only five to eight.

For the time I've made my breakfast,
I'll be late.

You see my cream shirt?

I can see it from here.

I didn't mean that one. The one with the
pocket.

In the washing machine.

Along with Russell's jeans and Adam's
refined underpants.

All right, I'll wear the blue one.

The one I hate.

All I ask is for one morning off
occasionally. Of course, of course. And

it. Go to sleep.

Why is it I'm always made to feel
guilty?

What would you all do if I died?

There's no need to be dramatic.

Most women would have said, what would
you do if I was ill? But no, you have to

die.

I mean, I don't ask for much.

I don't expect to actually sleep.

I don't even expect to lie down.

In fact, I'd be quite willing to stand
up and direct the three of you to your

wardrobes, cupboards and drawers.

As long as I didn't have to leave my
bed.

All right, all right. I'll see that
you're not disturbed again.

We shall all three creep out of the
house and you and your teas made and

clock radio can spend the rest of the
day in total harmony.

Ben? Yes?

I'm cooking something special tonight.

Good.

Very good.

Chicken fricassee, French beans and
carrot a la creme. Very ambitious, yes.

If it turns out wrong, I'll just carry
it.

I'll give the bathroom a special do this
morning. Thank you.

I swear they're getting that bath with
their bloody wellies on.

Bye. Bye.

chicken you got for today.

The cat's got it on.

Oh, good.

I'll take them, shall I?

Thank you, Ruby.

I don't think it matters where my Venus
is today, Ruby.

You're a bit depressed, aren't you?

It said you would be.

I'm going to embark on a new
relationship.

I could do with a bit of anky -panky.

Do you know something, Ruby?

If I had my life again, I'd like to have
a little girl.

Eggshell face.

Blonde ponytail, little filly knickers.

And when she grows up, someone to talk
to.

An extension of myself.

I don't think the world's a proper place
for daughters.

Too full of sons.

Not all boys have been brought up
respectable like yours, you know.

Yes,

darling?

Six tomatoes and 45 oranges, please.

Oh,

sorry.

I mean six oranges and a pound of your
45p tomatoes.

She wants six oranges and a pound of her
45p tomatoes. Right, do it her way.

A pound and ten, please.

All right,

one grapefruit.

Put something on your mind, love.

Mr. Dunn, is he there, please?

Oh, hello, Thomas.

Hello, sir.

Have you started the new job yet?

Not yet, sir.

Well, cancel it. I need you. I've
crashed my car.

Was it the whiskey, sir?

No, I wasn't drunk.

I was in a hurry, that's all.

Anybody hurt? Oh, no, I didn't hurt
anybody.

But there's not a lot of hope for the
telephone kiosk.

Kelp Street.

They've made it into a one -way.

Well, I didn't bloody know, did I?

Everybody else did, it seems. I had one
hell of a job avoiding them.

Tomorrow, I'm picking up my new car.

Very well.

Oh, thank you, Thomas.

Oh, insurance certificate, insurance
certificate.

Hello, Ben. Nice to see you. Gordon, my
dear friend.

Unusual for you, drinking in the lunch
hour?

I think that can be said of both.

I just thought it'd be a nice idea.

Oh, so it is.

What are you having?

Um, the same.

Another whiskey, please.

So,

how is everything?

Fine.

Just fine. And you? Oh, marvellous,
marvellous.

The, um, boys, what are they doing now?

One's doing nothing.

The other, in a bid to make a profound
mark on the world, has taken up long

-distance lorry driving.

They don't exactly tread the road we
carve for them, do they?

My daughter and her electrician are
still living in a leaky boat on some

polluted canal.

Love, I believe they call it. Yes, I
don't know what she sees in him.

He has all the endearing qualities of
superglue.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I've just been to see my bank manager.

Oh, my God.

Strange breed, bank managers, the
assassins of hope.

I tell all my heart patients to keep
away from them.

Bank managers and mistresses.

It's all this new equipment they keep
designing. A man feels he has to keep up

with them.

£2 ,000 it cost me for a new X -ray
machine.

It's the scientists. They're going stark
raving mad.

The digital life we live.

Calculators.

Answering machines.

A microwave.

It's a silicone chip.

What next?

Well, there'll be no need for you and
me.

People will just consult their little
computers and then take their own teeth

and tonsils out.

How's Jen?

Oh, I think she's well.

She's there when I go out in the morning
and equally there when I get back at

night.

Funny how women chatter.

Yes.

Through breakfast, through lunch,
through dinner. Right through the news.

They probably go on after we're asleep.
Who knows?

It has a paralysing effect eventually.

Ria talks me through a disastrous meal
the way an air traffic controller talks

jumbo jet through a thunderstorm.

Have you told her about your finances?

No. She'd probably come up with some
horrendous female logic.

Yes. Sell the house, she'd say.

So, if she had her way, we'd sell the
house and get out of debt.

Then she'd notice we had nowhere to
live.

So we'd buy another house and get back
into debt.

You see, all it takes is thinking out,
she'd say.

I expect you'll be visiting my surgery
soon.

Oh.

Well, the odd sleeping tablet, perhaps.

You realise I don't approve?

Yeah, yeah. Just something to take the
pain out of my overdraft.

I'll do that.

You're not going to suggest we make
love, are you? I'm absolutely no good

amongst leaves and twigs.

You are.

You are suggesting it.

I could be swept away on some passionate
frenzy, only to look up and find a

couple of farmers in the entire garden,
cruising about at no altitude.

Oh, my God.

It's better than sitting at home and
worrying.

Worrying?

What have you got to worry about?

Oh, things.

What clothes to wear?

What lipstick?

How to keep my husband alive and well
and fulfilled.

You do all that rather too well.

That's no good. I'm not an outdoor man.

With a lock on it.

Your sons haven't inherited your
inhibitions.

They'd do it anywhere.

I was like that myself once.

Even tried a railway embankment.

Things got out of control and we slid
into a coal tip.

No, but you grow out of all that.

Someone always comes along and frightens
you out of it.

Thank God Russell's had his warning.

Right, I'm just going to get my
butterfly net and I'll race you to the

14 minutes and 20 seconds, sir.

Twice as long as usual.

We haven't done the tree.

What time did they say we could collect
the new car, Thomas?

Three o 'clock, sir.

It's 22.

I feel naked without a car.

You should have only been without it for
a day, sir.

Nakedness is something one can only
endure for a short time.

It becomes unnatural after that.

I'll try the tree and back.

Start the watch.

The damn thing moved further away.

Oh,

I'm knackered, Thomas.

It would appear that this was an
appropriate moment to mention the

What whiskey?

The bottle you consumed since yesterday,
sir.

Well, I need a drink now and then,
Thomas.

You need your liver all the time, sir.

It does seem to me such a pity, sir,
that a successful businessman...

Who seems to be able to bring about
anything.

I can't bring about her, can I? She's
married.

I wish you could consider the
possibility of somebody else, sir.

As they say, just around the corner.
Look, I've been round all the corners.

All I've got is bloody dizzy.

It's not worth it, sir.

Not for a woman.

And how important is your woman, Thomas?

My woman, sir?

It's rather like a fruit machine.

The more money you put in, the more
disappointment you get out.

But even with the disappointment, it's
better with her, isn't it?

All I was saying was, sir, that drinking
won't get rid of the problem.

No, it won't get rid of the problem.

But it gets rid of my ability to think
about the problem.

Look, son, when I took you on, you
seemed like a good, reliable chap.

The first thing you did was shed your
load of timber all over the motorway.

Now you've moved on to better things and
you're trying to get through a nine

-foot bridge with a 12 -foot lorry.

I can't afford you, son.

On your way. And take your cars with
you.

Oh, hell.

Oh, boy.

Have I got a problem?

But you can't have the baby all on your
own. It's what I want.

But I've asked you to marry me. I don't
want to be married. I've told you.

God, I make revolting cocoa.

Hi, Mum.

You're up late.

Yes, I couldn't go to sleep.

Oh.

I was, uh... I was just thirsty.

How are you?

What?

Well, just that...

Since you started your job, I hardly see
you, so how are you?

Fine. I'm fine.

Oh, boy.

All or nothing milk.

And Russell?

How is Russell?

Fine.

We're both fine.

Instead of going with you in your lorry,
wouldn't it be better if he got himself

a job?

One will come along.

I suppose.

A job doesn't just come along, Adam.

You can't open the door and call one in
like the cat.

You have to go out and look for it.

You should be prepared. Anything could
happen.

Life is always waiting, Adam, to throw
her little hand grenades.

Look at Jeannie.

She wasn't a hand grenade. She was the
full nuclear bit.

Well, you gave Russell something to
think about.

All the same.

Could easily happen again.

No, not again.

Russ knows what causes it now.

Nobody going to sleep in this house
tonight, then?

I can't sleep. Adam's thirsty.

What about you?

Thanks.

Isn't it nice?

Sitting here, mother and sons.

Talking.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

They say that midnight is the bewitching
hour. The hour when people loosen up

and confide.

Well, 20 minutes to go.

Do you know, sometimes, when I'm here in
this house and you're all out, I get

the urge to bash everything up.

Not an ordinary bash, but an
enthusiastic, hysterical, maniac -type

Yeah?

That's really interesting.

I wouldn't tell everybody that because
it's a secret, you see.

But sometimes secrets are depressing.

I feel really good now I've told you
that.

I guess we'll have to stay in a bit
more, sunshine.

I like squashing things, too.

I like pressing the soil down round a
plant.

Or treading on sand.

Oh, and I like to make a pile of
sandwiches and then lean on it till

squelches.

I bet you never knew that about me, did
you?

No.

But thinking about his sandwiches, it
makes sense.

It's funny, isn't it? We all sit here in
this house.

A united family.

Yet each one of us, an island.

Your father never talks about his inner
mind.

He's far too proud, and I...

Well, I don't like to bother you with my
problems.

And you?

Well, you don't seem to have any.

Do you?

None.

Oh?

I guess I'm ready to hit the pillow,
then.

Yeah, me too.

It's been real nice talking to you, Mum.

All those funny little things that go on
inside your head.

Yeah, we must confide more often.

Night, then.

Night.

Ben? Are you awake?

I've got things on my mind.

Remember I told you?

There's Adam. He looks pale.

Not the usual pale, but the extra pale.

He hasn't said anything yet, but I know
there's something wrong.

And Russell.

I played a tape in his room.

It's like stumbling upon Watergate.

And there's something else.

But I can't tell you about that.

I will one day, though, when it's all
stopped.

Ben, are you listening to me?

I went to bed this morning with the
milkman.

And the postman.

Tomorrow I'm going to try out the gas
man.

And then I'm going to sell my story to
the newspapers.

Ben, why is it that everyone else in
this house has problems?

We sat in that dining room worrying
about the entire universe.

lie there, not worrying about anything.

Thank you.